#Felthamar

[duraxxor]

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D͓̽u͓̽r͓̽a͓̽x͓̽x͓̽o͓̽r͓̽- @duraxxor - Main blog Also known as Alphus Durand Daevara in life Father of the Daevara family Batdad

𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒮𝑜𝓁 𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓃𝓈

Fel'thamar Za'roth - @felthamar Master Demonologist Former Sunfury Mr. Grouch

Doctor Solexstras Sunflare - @solexstras Doctor, Scientist, and many other things Void enthusiast Sleepy Doctor

𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔞𝔢𝔳𝔞𝔯𝔞 𝔉𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔩𝔶

Ravlynn Daevara - @ravlynn Self Defense Specialist A Father's Daughter Raven Aiden Daevara - @aiden-daevara Spellblade Adventurer History enthusiast Soft boy

I would also like to shamelessly plug their mother @arrydhalia who is played by @nyyght right here!

𝓗𝓸𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓷𝓼𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓷

Veronath Sunscorn - @veronath Knight of Silvermoon Son of Valanath Blaze

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𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀, 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗻 @𝗱𝘂𝗿𝗮𝘅𝘅𝗼𝗿! 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀��𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹! 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲! Feel free to Reblog!

[solexstras]

Has your character ever found themselves in a moral dilemma? If so, what decision did they ultimately make, and why?

He could remember it like it was yesterday. But to the elven people, decades were merely steppingstones. This would mean that yesterday may has well been those decades ago. And it was only recently that the one he would call brother would allow there be a proper truce between them. For his ire was the exact reason that Solexstras faced morality twists.

There was a time where Solexstras was half of another, Fel'thamar. Two souls in a singular body. Even to this day, the Doctor thought of Fel'thamar as merely an extension of the anger he developed in youth. A youth that turned from a budding mage that was destined to be his parent's prized son. Born as Solexstras Sunflare, he studies magic and was absolutely obsessed with knowledge.

But everything changed with young Sol found out that he was actually the result of an affair his mother had with another man. And when his father found that out, he was ridiculed as he watched his father turn into a raging alcoholic. But what could the young man do? He had nowhere to go. His father turned to the bottle and his own mother barely stayed home long enough to even put aside her own mistakes for his sake. So, he continued to stick his nose into his books. He thought to himself the more knowledge he could obtain, the further away from this bad dream he could be.

Then, one day, he found himself in the presence of a sorceress by the name of Morellia Darkwood. She was kind, charming, and even similarly interested in knowledge. And she sought to bestow him a knowledge that at the time he had no idea was truly forbidden. For warlocks in high elven society were not common, and those caught practicing the demonic arts had been looked down upon by the magistry at the time. After all, our Doctor and Demonologist alike are over seven hundred years old.

Every chance he got, he met with her and one after the other, he began learning to summon demons, partake in afflictions, and awaken the ability to wield the green flames, something that was rare in nature. But this story would not have a happy ending. No. For one day, the eyes of his parents would not stray far as they realized the son they must control was participating in magic that even they dare not wield. With this, they got the jump on both of them and had Lady Darkwood not only apprehended and beheaded in a secluded area for him to watch.

Solexstras didn't know why, or even understand, but something awakened in him that day through the grief and absolute misery of it all. A second voice that while he thought he had heard before, he thought it was merely him speaking to himself. But the words that followed were spoken from within him out of rage as he allowed it to take over in that moment. A rage that burned everything down.

For the longest time after that, Sol would recluse himself in the back of his mind as the new voice, declaring himself Fel'thamar Za'roth, took over and ran his life. But both of them had one thing in common despite Sol's overwhelming grief and remorse for taking a life. They both deeply cared about their former master to the point that they studied their new art hard and continued paving her legacy in flame.

[[ @sanguinesorceress there's a bit of a back story with your ask <3 ]]

[felthamar]

🧠-- telepathic thought bubble a passing Ranger might pass through? - @quelios-dawnsinger

🧠 - " Subject nine seems to be facing some interesting changes. The Felhunter seems to be sprouting extra tendrils, some of which are looking far more barbed, reminding me of a quilboar from the muddy hovels of Durotar. It seems to be drawn to the fresh meals of the dragonhawks in Eversong when I summon it. It even devours the eggs, shell and all. Nine also appears to be a female, perhaps they are targeting the flame glands for their magical potency. I will continue to document my results as the days go on. "

[[ @quelios-dawnsinger how about a demonic nature documentary? ]]

[duraxxor]

For Dura, @felthamar and @solexstras

Headcanon meme~

Put a symbol (or several) and a character/characters in my ask box, and I’ll give you a headcanon.  Yes.  Do it.

☾ - sleep headcanon

★ - sad headcanon

☆ - happy headcanon

☠ - angry/violent headcanon

✿ - Sex headcanon

■ -  Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon

♡ - romantic headcanon

♥ - family headcanon

☮ - friendship headcanon

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon

▼ - childhood headcanon

∇ -. old age/aging headcanon

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

☼ - appearance headcanon

ൠ - random headcanon

◉ - Any other question of your choosing

[duraxxor]

Some new... yet old arrivals!

Hey there everyone! Duraxxor's writer here to let you know that I have added two new blogs my roster! These are two returning characters of mine that have existed about as long as good old Dura here.

The red grouch on the left is Fel'thamar Za'roth. He is a Master Diabolist that has quite the short fuse when it comes to those that do not comprehend how much he values his time.

The purple haired fellow is Solexstras Sunflare. Not only is he a medical doctor, but he is also a psychiatrist with a hint of shadow mending in the magical prowess.

I refer to these fellows at the Sol Twins. One of their biggest tropes is they were once identities inside a singular body. But which one was the body? Were they both warlocks all in one and perhaps they were something completely different? What are they doing now and what is their goals? Perhaps some wonderful people could give them a bit of love <3 Give em' a few good asks if you would like!

@felthamar - for Fel'thamar @solexstras - for Solexstras

[felthamar]

If you could choose only one emotion to have for the rest of your existence, what would be your choice?

The scarlet haired sorcerer stared pensively at the one who presented an emotional subject. His eyes grew half-lidded despite the scowl in his features. All his life, he had known so much in his wildfire behavior. Bitterness. Envy. Rage. Sorrow. At times, it felt as though he was burning from the inside in his own hellfire. Never seeming fully satisfied in his lifetime.

He had carved his own path upon his separation from his brother. But too often, he found himself lost in a direction. Sure, he had his research on demonology and his forte. But he was lacking in other departments which lead to unhealthy obsessions. And so, he graced the questioner with a simple answer.

" Happiness. I would choose happiness. Because for me, that is a rare commodity. "

[[ Thank you for the ask @nahisummerhold you are covering all the stuffs! ]]

[duraxxor]

Hit Dura, @felthamar , and @solexstras with them!

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

[felthamar]

"Are you sure YOU aren't Mr. Prickles?" Simmy huffed. She had taken to sitting next to one of Fel'thamar's felhounds, which she had named "Mr. Prickles." But every day she wondered if the name was more suitable for the hermit in the house.

"And if you don't want me to call you 'Mr. Prickles,' give me a name, silly!"

Fel'thamar's expression grew quite sour. He roughly opened the door to his front lawn and found himself absolutely reeling. It seemed as though every week this girl was trying on and on to interact with him and it irritated him to no end.

" I've told you over and over again! Get off of my damned lawn! And leave my demonic hounds alone! Just because they are not chewing you to the bone doesn't mean they can't! " A gritting of his teeth created a quaking pressure against his gumline. Fel flames seemed to exit his shoulders that were trembling just as bad. How dare she. How dare she come onto his lawn, fraternize with his hounds, and not even know his name!

" My name is Fel'thamar Za'roth, you insufferable loon! Do you hear me! It's Fel'thamar Za'roth! F-E-L-'-T-H-A-M-A-R-Z-A-'-R-O-T-H! DOES THAT SPELL IT OUT ENOUGH FOR YOU! HUHHHHHHH?! "

[[ >_> @astralfox0893 ]]

[felthamar]

⭐️

There was a time where Fel'thamar was a completely different person and had chosen to be amongst the Sun King's army as a spellcaster of the fel arts. A Sunfury if you would. Fel'thamar had been present for Tempest Keep as it was an opportunity to learn of the Draenic technology. The surname would likely ring a bell as he likely attended her mother's opera performances. While he may not have always been a man to be easily distracted by his research and magical practice, it didn't stop him from enjoying a show that caught his fiery eyes.

[[ Maybe @nahisummerhold has seen him somewhere before? ;) ]]

[felthamar]

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

Fel'thamar's language is often distinguished between a perpetually irritated fiasco. It always seems like he cannot say anything without seeming absolutely annoyed or potentially pissed off. It's a rare commodity to see him absolutely seem satisfied. Usually if something earns a compliment, it's usually genuine and most likely something within his field. So, many will always assume that " Oh, he is just a grumpy warlock. He has old man syndrome of -Get off my lawn- " And because of his attitude, it usually pushes people away which results in him ultimately either winning a no-prize game.

Now, as for what he actually wants or means by it all. He does seek some interaction but only with those that understand him without trying to change the way he does things. He is aged and set in his ways. And I do not just mean by a number. He is stubborn and follows his own logic. But it doesn't make him heartless, he has often felt alone in his practice, and it always seems like every time something goes right. He has known success in both friendships and love. But individuals have often proven to him time and time again, that many are only out for their own betterment. He wants people to be smart in their ways and to be acknowledged for his ways. And very few ever really do that.

[[ @themadamelioness is he mad, teasing, or perhaps none of the above? ]]

[re-nyyght]

@felthamar

can i get your enthusiastic consent to succumb to the power of my amulet

[felthamar]

A dour countenance cannot hold for long, what sweet memory might tease a smile to your lips?

" Inconceivable. " His voice struck at a dangerous depth. To speak of his facial gestures to not hold simply by one's assumptions was bad enough. But then, one dares to ask of him of something they he did not so freely disclose. Fel green eyes narrowed, perhaps even squinted. Nostrils flared open as he gave a huff at the thought. " You will find none here. There is nothing sweet about my life. Everything I had ever been had either been the shed of blood, sweat, and soul fabrics. Or they had been tarnished by something most bitter in my mouth. "

The left edges of his lips bent downward. A moment of silence in the exchange made him concede to pull his eyes away. He was lying. There were moments that made him smile. Exchanges with others that made him feel as if he had belonged. As if someone cared. Individuals that had not only left their mark on him, be he on them as well. It made his heart quiver. A sensation that caused his left hand to draw to his chest in defeat. "... I have nothing to say. " He grumbled, turning to walk away from the question entirely.

[[ @nahisummerhold looks like someone's being a grump! ]]

[felthamar]

Send 🧠 to telepathically overhear one of my muse's thoughts!

🧠 - " Children these days. The young seriously think just because magic has come a long way means that they can just abuse it over and over again! They have no idea what our people had to suffer even before the prince betrayed his people! It's as if the more we learn, the more the brains of the children melt into a cesspool of excrement! This is why I do not teach anymore. No, my academy days are long gone. And my knowledge for those that are worthy! "

[[ Some brain power for the brain! @sanguinesorceress ]]

[felthamar]

🧠🧠

🧠 - " It may just be my own paranoia due to the fact that I often associate myself with demons but... I get the feeling I am being followed by someone or something everywhere I turn. I cannot go to the city without feeling that way... "

🧠- " I noticed Dehlia hasn't been trying as hard to seduce me as she has all these years... is that succubus of mine up to something or is she just trying to keep me on my toes? "

[[ @astralfox0893 he is a paranoid calculator! ]]

[duraxxor]

Dura, @felthamar, and @solexstras

Go on Anon and tell me your muses thoughts on mine.

Good, bad, ugly- Doesn’t matter, nows your muses chance to voice their thoughts anonymously.

[felthamar]

ൠ - random headcanon

Headcanon of randomness, activate! Did you know that Fel'thamar has never really cared for the undead races? Allying with the Forsaken was a bit of a stretch for him due to his pride against the humans in the competitive play of magics. Forsaken, in his eyes, are usually just rotting humans. And while he has developed a toleration for them, it doesn't mean he has to like it.

As time has gone on, he simply chooses to ignore most of them. Although, there was one, particular undead elf that he has a bit of a startling history with. One who has a tendency to get in the middle and muck up his plans. Or at least, he once did. And the only reason he managed to come out unscathed was because this fanged fucker had made the choice to kill his employer, not the one involved. As long as this one stay away, things may remain as peaceful as this man would allow it!

I wonder who the undead we are talking about is? ;)

[ Thank you @nyyght ! ]